These Walls

These Walls

A Poem by PoemsbyPatrick

These walls are meant to hold me,

To shield me from myself.

They manage and control me,

My life in order on a shelf.

 

These walls are made of rules,

Too many to comply.

The rules have little reason,

No answer as to why.

 

As I struggle in my mind,

To free me from this jail.

My will is slowly sucked away,

My soul begins to wail.

 

You have built this prison of rules,

From loves unbridled might.

Control me and constrict me,

Through the darkness of the night.

 

Your intertwined rules of love,

Speak not of love and kindness.

They only seek to shackle me,

Beyond love’s warm caress.

 

These walls are meant to hold me,

I shall not let them be.

They manage and control,

I strive to set me free.

 

Your rules speak not of love,

Nor logic kind and true.

They only strive to shield yourself,

From the world loving you.

 

Where once my love for you,

Had filled these empty halls.

Now I must find my true love,

Beyond these narrow walls.

 

These walls shall not bind me,

Hold, control or find me.

I seek now my own true love,

No walls of rules confine me.

© 2012 PoemsbyPatrick


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DrD
After reading almost all of your work, this one stands out. Personally, I am not into the mechanic rhyming patterns you seem to like to use but in the end, it is the message that counts and this one speaks for many people feeling the same sense of confinement. Well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Wow such depth and emotional. I really enjoyed this write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


PoemsbyPatrick

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind comments. It a pleasure when someone finds your words enjoyable.
Excellent descriptions.
Makes me think about how sometimes we wonder if the rules that hold us are seat belts or a straight jackets.
Especially because of how the first stanza contrasts the rest of the poem.
Perhaps we fool ourselves into believing the rules are good for our well-being, but in reality are holding us back from excelling in becoming who we are/want to be.

Posted 11 Years Ago


PoemsbyPatrick

11 Years Ago

Sometimes they are imposed by others, even without thought. Not all walls are bad, but most should d.. read more

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Added on October 16, 2012
Last Updated on October 16, 2012
Tags: Poetry, Love, control, freedom

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